A sleepless, strobes-slavery cut, “I Can’t Feel My Face” is funky and pulsating. It’s also–in fact– the most upbeat Abel Tesfaye has ever sounded; though, like always—his wifty state is the work of a debilitating heartbreaker (“And I know she’ll be the death of me, at least we’ll both be numb/ And she’ll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come…).